A gift awaits you
If you wanna receive it
Open up your hands
Get out of your way
It’s trying to get to you
Will you let it through?
A blessing is cursed
When its misperceived
Like gifts at the door
You’ve accused as thieves
You’ve built your cage
And sealed it with doubt
Belief locks you in
No knowing gets you out
How long will you plead
With the gate keepers
For a gift, for a gift
That is already yours
Turn from their closed doors
And open your own
Lift up your gaze now
The way shall be shown
Open, open, open
Don’t you understand?
Yeah, oh Yauna…
Yakina, Yakina oh, Yakina…
Take off the armor
No need to fight
Just open your hands
Get down in the river
Look up stream
Something is coming
Belief that one’s blinded
By knowing is lifted
Once a distant dream
Is now to be tasted
Clutching and grasping
As torn the royal gown
When true majesty
Does not need a crown
Struggle to gain
There go the hard fisted
When an open
Its already gifted
Yeah, oh Yauna…
(Let the gift(s) come to you…allow the things to come to you…let it all in…no need to fight…no need to struggle…oh)
Masterpiece of an album, seamlessly combines rock, bluegrass, reggae, rap, and more into an amazing psychedelic journey through self realization and betterment. A must listen. permed4118
Joined by musicians from Venezuela, London, and Paris, the bassist creates a vibrant picture of Venezuela’s musical landscape, and the people and communities that keep it alive. Bandcamp Album of the Day Oct 22, 2020